He must’ve whined some sort of question in that direction, because Ryder kissed gently at his neck. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.”
But of course it was. It was fucking perfect. Spencer’s eyes fell closed as he was nuzzled and soothed. And then Ash was there with a warm washcloth to wipe at Spencer’s face. Spencer accepted the surprisingly gentle care without opening his eyes.
Ash finished up and gave a brief kiss first to Spencer and then to Ryder. “I’ll be on the couch when you two are done.”
Damn, that sounded nice as hell. A cuddle pile when Spencer was no longer trapped by dick.
There was no hurry though. Not when Ryder was leaning them both down and to the side until they were curled up with each other like two little fucked-out shrimp.
Spencer sighed happily and let himself fall away.
It washours later when Spencer walked out of the bathroom, squeaky clean and clad in fresh boxer briefs.
True to his word, Ash was on the living room couch with a textbook in his lap. He gave Spencer a lazy, devious grin. “Oh my god, he’s got you walking bowlegged.”
There was probably some truth to that—Spencer wasn’tnotsore—but he laughed anyway. “Can you blame me that my knees are a little weak? Beats me how you walk at all after your heats, spitfire.”
Ash batted his lashes like some faux-demure version of his friend Everett. “Just built different.”
Spencer wasn’t going to argue with that. He crawled onto the couch and unceremoniously pushed Ash’s textbook out of the way so he could put his head on that warm lap instead. “Pet my hair?” he half asked, half whined.
“Oh, thewethair you just decided to grace me with?”
But Ash’s fingers were already combing through anyway, scratching at Spencer’s scalp in a way that had Spencer’s toes curling. He sighed happily.
“How are you feeling about the rut?” Ash asked.
Spencer considered his answer as Ryder came in, equally fresh and squeaky clean. He lifted Spencer’s feet and took a seat on the other end of the couch, placing Spencer’s legs in his lap.
Hell yeah, Spencer couch sandwich.
“I think we’ll get along fine,” Spencer said, “as long as Ryder’s alpha doesn’t decide to kill me.”
Ryder let out a low chuckle. “There’s no risk of that.”
Maybe not, if the massive teeth-marked hickey on Spencer’s shoulder was any sort of sign. Apparently Ryder’s alpha was more interested in devouring Spencer than battling him.
“And why’s that?” Spencer asked anyway. “Because you love me?”
“Yep,” Ryder drawled lazily. “My alpha knows who’s his.”
Spencer shivered in delight. Correct fucking answer. He dug his toes into Ryder’s thigh as a thank-you and turned his head to look up at Ash. “And don’t forget, Asher darling, we have your juicy omega booty to help get us through.”
Ash’s fingers stopped their ministrations, and the look of horror on his face was something to behold. Spencer hid his grin by burying his face in his bicep. He could practically hear the sound of Ash turning the phrase “juicy omega booty” over in his head with increasing rage.
“That’s fuckingheinous,” Ash finally said, proverbial steam coming out of his cute little ears. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out.”
“But you’re not gonna?” Spencer asked innocently.
Ash scowled down at him. “No.”
“Because you love me?”
His question was met with a truly heavy, put-upon sigh. “Yeah, asshole. Because I love you.”
Spencer finally let his grin out as he snuggled deeper into the couch and his two boyfriends. Fuck, that never got old to hear.
He knew he was probably annoying as hell, always making them say it at the worst possible times, but they never seemed to mind, no matter Ash’s blustering. They always told him as many times as he asked. And he askeda lot.
